Best Martyred Poems

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
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This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
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Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
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The Sacrificing Of The Poor Heroes For The Independence (Epic)
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Either they would be independent or martyred they told
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Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.
God must judge the couple: leave them as they are
---Whichever one's the guiltless, to his glory,
And whichever one the guilt's with, to my story!
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October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
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Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast?
The march of hosts as Alaric passed?
His steps have tracked that glorious clime,
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Now comes the evening of the mind.
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the page
Where you sit reading by the garden wall.
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Oh, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
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All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
And, stung to rage by his own darting fires,
Reaches with grappling coils from town to town;
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I.Written March 29, 1864.1.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
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A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
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Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,
Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,
Stung by the mob that came to see the show,
The Master toiled along to Calvary;
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When Father Time swings round his scythe,
Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,
So that its juices, red and blithe,
May cheer these thirsty bones of mine.
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A country where women were subdued and named
By the society as "abala' or weak, delicate, powerless;
Proved to be an amazing eye-opener for the entire nation,
As hundreds of women marched with gusto, style,
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The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
To laugh at them, were she to see them here,
So brave and so alert for learning how
To fence with reason for another year.
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Why shall I mind, why?
Birds fled to the aquatic side,
The sphere is vertical,
The sphere is vertical-
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`If you were mine, if you were mine,
The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
The sun would set, the moon arise,
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I used to stroll along in the pedestrian way,
Most at night times for close of the day,
With an anticipation of being so relax and calm,
And also searching for something like balm.
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I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best,
As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests.

My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving,
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Golden lights and lengthening shadows,
Flings the splendid sun declining,
O'er the monastery garden
Rich in flower, fruit and foliage.
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Jesus, do I love Thee?
Thou art far above me,
Seated out of sight
Hid in Heavenly Light
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Alone, remote, nor witting where I went,
I found an altar builded in a dream—
A fiery place, whereof there was a gleam
So swift, so searching, and so eloquent
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Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,
Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;
And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls,
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Now lithe and listen, gentles all,
Now lithe ye all and hark
Unto a ballad I shall sing
About Buena Park.
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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
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I

Not yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,
And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,
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I.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet
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A yellow band of light upon the street
Pours from an open door, and makes a wide
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For a moment as brief and long as eternity
he sees what the blind man sees in the blink of an eye:
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By the fates that have fastened our life,
By the distance that holds us apart,
By our passion, its sweetness, its strife,
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Do you think that odes and sermons,
And the ringing of church bells,
And the blood of old men and young men,
Martyred for the truth they saw
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Is it because your sable hair
Is folded over brows that wear
At times a too imperial air;
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There are tears and wails in the old brown house
On the hillside steep today,
Though the sunlight gleams on the outer world
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Christmas time has come again,
But ah! where are the merry chimes
Which on the air their glad refrain
Rang forth in other happier times?
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A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;
For his was a spirit that forced his pen to write of the things that are.
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Had I not grown suddenly short of breath,
I'd have sung hosannas. But the poor beast
that I found lay martyred beyond its death.
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Not the Prussian, the forsworn,
By whose fury overborne,
Martyred Belgium, you lie
Bruised with all injury.
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What profits it, O England, to prevail
In camp and mart and council, and bestrew
With argosies thy oceans, and renew
With tribute levied on each golden gale
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The dead who died for Ireland!
Oh, these are living words
To nerve the hearts of patriots —
to steel avenging swords —
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The time was in divided piece of land
Every stride was wrapped with grief
Two lands in world atlas were
Introduced in two name as national reef
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"Build me a nation," said the Lord.
The distant nations heard the word,
Build me a nation true and strong,
Bar out the old world's hate and wrong;
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O, My holy land
Thursday,15th August 2019

O, My holy motherland
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CHRIST WAS BORN, KING OF GLORY
in midwinter, mighty prince,
eternal, almighty, on the eighth day,
Healer, called, heaven's ward;
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Death, death
Thursday,14th February 2019

Forty-two soldiers are martyred
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We called him 'Rags.' He was just a cur,
But twice, on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.
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"Tim Thompson, a little negro boy, was asked to dance for the amusement of some white toughs. He refused, saying he was a church member. One of the men knocked him down with a club and then danced upon his prostrate form. He then shot the boy in the hip. The boy is dead; his murderer is still at large." -- News Item.


He lifted up his pleading eyes,
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When, like cancer, people fear war and death
As a rat fears a cat;
When people detest war and death
Like a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smell
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Many a wars the freedom fighters fought
To free you motherland from shackels of slavery
Displaying rare couragethey martyred with bravery
And threw to the winds their dear ones lot.
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The night is clear and still. The moon rides high.
The green leaves whisper where the soft winds blow.
Above, the stars shine in a sapphire sky —
The city sleeps below.
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"Father to me thou art and mother dear,
And brother too, kind husband of my heart -
So speaks Andromache in boding fear,
Ere from her last embrace her hero part -
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So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,
And cross your knees with your wisest air, and preach of the ‘days mis-spent;’
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Drums of all that’s right and wrong—of love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.
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Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?
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Introductory Poem For My Readers:


This: A brief sharing of poems I hope you'll enjoy,
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On this valentine day
Do not forget
Those
Who have no flowers to share
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Literature

Friday, January 5,2018
7: 16 AM
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(Author's Talk about the Poem: The poem was written to celebrate the occasion of 60th Republic Day of India in 2010. Albeit, India got independence on 15th August,1947, it became republic country only after the constitution came into existence for the first time on 26th January,1950. In India all the people celebrate Republic Day with pomp and grandeur. However this poem pleads all Indians to think about problems, which Indian nation is confronting at the moment. It further asks all the Indians to be united to strengthen its democratic ideals.)

Happy! Happy! Republic Day
Wish you a happy Republic Day,
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You can walk, run, swim, fly
More and more far and high
There is everything
No limitation, no ring
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The sun is setting behind the range,
his golden rays pour down
On a little figure, childish, strange,
Bending over a volume worn,
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OH little Christ, why do you sigh
As you look down to-night
On breathless France, on bleeding France,
And all her dreadful plight?
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Broken but not defeated

I am broken at heart
I don't feel it as part
Life did not have good start
Yet I live and try to look smart
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piety
obedience
patience
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When Qasim’s wish for battle was granted by the Prince
At his looming death he rejoiced, of his faith convinced
Armed, valiant, and majestic, like a lion he rode out
The evil army gaped at the grandeur he evinced
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Let’s not talk about terrorism, write, nor broadcast it
No more the sight of blood and gore from dismembered
Carcasses of men and women, young and old, and the tender flesh
Of babies scattered, alighting on treetops and eaves of houses
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Love is dead
It was alive when you were a child
But it is no more
You lost it somewhere along the way
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THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
'Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
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A pink bellflower dangling on her strap
shouldering pain, blue veins strangling
the seeds of desire it's Queen heart
conspiring for power and gain
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The day is come and thou shalt ride with me
On blood martyred for all eternity,
The gods have answered our desperate calls
Amassing armies beneath thy castle walls;
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'Captive Queen' is a multi-part poetic story written in iambic pentameter. It chronicles the story of Queen Ilyana, usurped from power and held prisoner, a prisoner of both love and fate. The poem is comprised of letters written to her by her hopeful lover and dutiful Knight, Periden, who attempts to free his Queen and restore her Kingdom to its former glory. The below parts of this poem have been previously published, it is posted here in its entirety.

(1) Evil Appears Beneath Thy Stolen Crown
(2) A Sweet Formed Melody
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Indian poetess Subhadra Kumari Chauhan (1904-1948) wrote a poem titled Jhansi ki Rani in the Veer Ras style in Hindi.  Here is my English translation of this poem.
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Thrones shook!  Monarchs revolted!  
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Falls the sunlight, dim and faint,
On her face, like face of saint,
On her thin, white hand:
Oh, the patient spirit pines
For the brighter sun which shines
In a brighter land!
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THE CHANT.

'Ululu! ululu! high on the wind,
There's a home for the slave where no fetters can bind.
Woe, woe to his slayers! '-comes wildly along,
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Rivers – [2006]
To where
Gone
All the golden fishes
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It was the dead midnight;
No star was in the sky;
The struggling moon shed a troubled light
As she won her way on high;
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We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God,
Fountain of life and grace;
We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood
Redeemed our fallen race.
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Poetry becomes a weapon
Against the tyrants and imperialists
In Tunisia, Egypt and Syria
Yemen, Bahrain and Russia
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Blinded by a brilliant light,
On the road to Damascus,
Saul of Tarsus, on horse-back
Heard the voice of Jesus Christ:
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It riles me to be told
I must be one of the fold
who leave their homes
ever on the roam
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Lift up, lift up the standard,
And plant it near the well!
And, gathered underneath its folds,
A choral anthem swell!
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Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!
Will ye give it up to slaves?
Will ye look for greener graves?
Hope ye mercy still?
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The right way to bestow, the glow way to Integrity,
If you wanna bloom, build a habit of Honesty,

Equality is the basic theme of Mankind,
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And so to-day- they lay him away-
the boy nobody knows the name of-
the buck private- the unknown soldier-
the doughboy who dug under and died
when they told him to- that's him.
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Amidst miles and miles
Of undulating desert sand,
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Haiti
Is a long ago
Kidnapped country
Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
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prophetic verses set like smooth stones
past the camels dry chiseled steps.

next to a parable and a jawbone.
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Martyred soldier in a coffin,
Draped in tricolour,
Resting in the War Memorial,
Preparing for the last assault.
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from Selma to Stonewall...
from socialists to McCarthy.
from Hoover to King,
and bullets with faces.
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I salute those
massacred at CST
martyred at TAJ
felled in the line of duty
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Standing before the mirror gazing self
twin one croons,
"history of wars, fights, skirmishes
have already taken toll of you
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to William Blake

I saw you walking
the hills of green,
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I FEEL, I FEEL

When there are no more tears
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(DEDICATED THIS TO THE BIRTHDAY OF SHEIKH HASIANA, HONORABLE PRIME MINISTER OF BANGLADESH)


Today is propitious day of Bangladesh
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WATER IN DESERT
MATLOOB BOKHARI

Life is not possible to survive without water.
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A Himalayan beauty
Where wander drifts of clouds high and not far away
Circling round it as if to shelter them
With shades of coolness in daytime
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1.Africa Africa

Fower doors ben, new neebors.
Immigrants. Black Africans.
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[c] Jonathan Robin

Care Is Our Dream
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Remember patriots, died, for the nation wounded;
Remember an honorable force, ignored, trampled and wronged:
From Kargil to Dantewara, O listens to their song;
The brave soldiers have suffered painful wrong.
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